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The night had been eventful to say the least.

There had been the confrontation with the Lasombra. That one had been cut short by the Prince’s meddling. A Tremere with a sudden bloody nose. And an Assamite with probably a few broken ribs. The last one was the one that had gotten her thrown out.

Rocky wasn’t meant for parties. Why she had even come was beyond her.

But now she was stalking about outside. Waiting to full fill an unspoken promise to kick that Lasombra’s a**. The vampire made her fur stand on end. Rocky’s tail looking fluffier than usual as she seethed. Fists clenched. Golden claws digging into her palms. Oh, this was far from over. It had felt as if a nice bit of meat had been wrenched from her jaws and she was foaming at the mouth to get it back.

Obviously her off switch had been broken.

But then once the Gangrel got into this state it was very, very hard to come back from. At least, until the beast was satisfied. But at this point running her claws and her teeth through anything’s flesh and fur would do. The irritation and malcontent rolled off her in waves.

She had found a large boulder that could give her a better vantage point of the front door. And so she had clambered on top of it. Laying flat on her belly. Gold eyes staring intently at the door as the tip of her tail flicked back and forth rhythmically.

She had waited.

And waited.

Anne ********. The Lasombra must have slipped out some other way. No surprise there honestly. What a coward. Couldn’t even finish a fight.

She had spotted Kale the second he’d burst from the crowd. Though she had expected him to simply take off. Well he did in a sense but not in the direction opposite of her. He came sailing right in her direction.

Nice he landed she sighed. A bit discouraged that she wouldn’t get to beat the shot out of the Lasombra who just smelt so….off. It fired up her blood.

Rolling off the boulder she landed on all fours before standing to her full height and straightening out her jacket. A glint in her eye from the mention of finding themselves a treat. She quickly cleared the distance and wrapped an arm around his neck with a toothy grin. “******** the Lasombra then. It’s been a minute since the last time we hunted together.” Her voice was rough and gravely with a small bit of silliness behind it. Like a tumbled stone just halfway to being completely smooth

It hadn’t been that long, every now and again they had gotten together to hunt and bond. Any other pair of Gangrel couldn’t be closer. She had spent most of the time away from Kale raising Rabble but now she was gone. Off to find her own place in the world and most of Rocky’s time was spent alone.

But the time she spent with Kale she enjoyed. Though she would never admit it less he say something smartassish. Which he would.

Her cat like eyes shimmered in the moonlight. “Anything in particular you in the mood for or just anything at random?” Leaning her head against his she gave the air a sniff to see if there might be anything of interest nearby.

Rocky grumbled a threat, a low cat like growling sound before hissing as she barely felt him ruffle her hair. He was always making jokes about her hair. The jerk. She liked her hair.

As he finally stood to his full height she dropped to the ground gracefully before he could pull her all the way up and begin with the jokes again. Just cause he was a big lug. But she had to admire his size and his strength. It was very easy to appreciate standing back at a distance.

Had he been lesser she probably wouldn’t even look his way.

Her gazed changed directions as she took a few steps forward. “Oh lady’s choice then? What a gentleman. What Ventrue finishing school did his Sir’ness go to again?” Cat eyes peered far off into the distance. “Guess you will just have to find out.” She smirked before taking off with a caterwaul. Changing from two legs to four as she moved across the ground. Two legs was fine if you wanted to get around but four legs were for hunting.

Her pace was quick but steady. Giving him enough time to catch up in the beginning but soon that consideration was gone. She knew he could keep up, they had done this many times before.

The Beast inside coming to the forefront as she caught the scent trail of what she had spotted before: she plunged into high grass, her pace never slowing as she made her way through.

She switched, this way and that. Claws kicking up dirt as she ran. Eyes hyper focused on the target ahead.

It was barely visible but Rocky could just see it’s outline. Her eyes were good for that. A young buck out for a nibble stood in the shadows of the trees in the distance. It wasn’t long before long grass turned into tree line and Rocky plunged into the underbrush. Silent and stealthy. The Gangrel’a tail tucked in so as not to brush against anything and alert it to her presence.

This would be easy, she would move around to where she was upwind of it and let it catch her scent, maybe even see her, and then she would drive it back towards Kale. An easy hunting trick but whatever. She t least hoped he could see what she was doing.

Rocky’s pace slowed and she stalked around in a circle to the left. Each paw placed softly and deliberately. The forest grew deathly silent. Not even a bird made a sound. A second before it happened the deer lifted its head from its food and looked around. Flicking an ear. Rocky sprung from the bushes on n the other side of the deer.

At the exact same time something large and black did as ********…” Was the only word she could get out as realization set in.

Her eyes grew wide. Where had it come from? She hadn’t smelt it and usually they were REALLY easy to smell. It landed on the deer’s back, breaking it’s spine. Long fangs glistened in the moonlight as it swung an arm out and caught Rocky in the chest sending her flying back among the bushes and trees she had just kept from. Landing hard somewhere off I the distance.

The werewolf howled and raked dagger claws through the deer’s flesh. Ripping and tearing chunks of meat from the animal’s form. Feeding with very little abandon.

Somehow Rocky had somehow survived mostly unscathed.

Except for a whole bunch of cuts, her chest was probably bruised as it hurt to move and her arm was dangling at her side. Great. That meant either her shoulder was broken or dislocated.

She had awoken in a weird place that had a dirt roof and roots that twined through it. It must have been perhaps a bear den. It smelt like bear. And fox. It didn’t surprise her that this was here. What did surprise her was at how acurartly she had been whacked into it.

Standing she winced at her arm, dirt and rocks fell from her coat. Her orange hair that was normally rather vertical had gotten wet and hung doen around her face, plastered to her fur. She looked like a right mess.

Rocky took tentative steps around the den, looking up towards a hole in the ceiling that was almost shaped like her. She must have hit the existing hole and demolished it. Which explained why her shoulder was obliterated. She sighed. Unsure if she would be able to climb out on her own.

There was rustling up top and Rocky was sure it was the werewolf. It sounded big enough anyway. Crouching low she kept still. Her golden cat like gaze focused on the hole. Claws in her good hand extended, ready to shred it’s face the second t poked through.

And then suddenly Kale was there.

She let out a sigh and stood. “Down here.” She didn’t whisper but she wasn’t going to announce where they were. To say the least she was MUCH happier it was Kale than the Werewolf. Kale was a big lug but that werewolf was probably twice his size and four times as big as Rocky.

She brushed aside straight orange hair ther hung in her face still rather wet. The Gangrel almosr looked like a wer cat. “Did you see the size of that thing? They are getting bigger…” Rocky had come across a werewolf not so long ago that was maybe half the size. She had watched it for a few days to make sure it was moving on.

Rocky moved closer to where he was. Climbing up into a boulder she reached for his hands but of course being short in stature had its disadvantages and her fingers missed his by a mile. She frowned and sighed. Oh to be big and tall. Then maybe the fellas would notice her.

“I don’t think so can get any closer.” Her voice was hushed just a little.

But her back went suddenly ridged as a foul smell wafted through the opening. This time Rocky knew exactly what it was. The ducking werewolf was close and here Kale was with his head stuck in a hole. His a** end vulnerable. “I think we have company.” She hissed and jumped down from the rock. Her gold eyes scanned the hole. She hated to hide but as it was if they were confronted by the werewolf she would probably be roast with her broken shoulder.

Rocky shook her head. Her wet hair had partially dried out by now but still had no regained its rather poorly quality. “Flying is no good we’re under a tree.” The root system above them was thick and allowed no light to deep into the cave.

Maybe it was the adrenaline from the thought that maybe they would not make it out of here alive. Or maybe it was the adrenaline from the pain of a broken arm. Who could really say in this situation.

Golden cat eyes narrowed at the little hole in the wall. If there was enough space on the other side maybe they could both just hide it out. She sure as s**t didn’t need to be told twice. Making her way over to it Rocky easily slipped through. Being smaller made those sorts of this possible. “Come on it will be tight but there should be enough room for you too.” She whispered loud enough for him to hear but hopefully quiet enough that the werewolf didn’t hear them

Leaves and branches began to fall in through the hole as the monster lingered around the hole. Sniffing the ground and the air.